CHAPTER 33
By Monday late in the day, George was getting restless.
Contrary to his expectations, he’d not only slept again the previous night, but had already taken two brief naps today. Seemed like he couldn’t get enough. But in all other ways he was feeling better by the hour. He wanted to go home, but there was still unfinished business in Edgewood.
He’d spent much of the day, when he was awake, chatting with Mag in the conservatory. His ability to understand her clearly had lasted, and he provided clean translations of her responses to Eluned and Ceridwen’s questions.
Now he had a question of his own for her. “It’s clear there are many things for us to value from your people—your knowledge, your ability to make ways. But what do we have to offer you, besides our friendship?”
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